Skye Fyre
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the grand sunset gun
hunter readies his grip
as the great golden orb
returns weary from his trip
quicksilver moon
embarks on her night’s course
hunter fixes sharp eyes
steady on the source
gaia reaches gently
into vast quiet space
diamonds of stars
gaia sparkles in place
hunter locks the horizon
solid in his sight
his important grand task
still remains on this night
to set the late sky ablaze
before he goes to sleep
in patterns most bold
in colors quite deep
he aims his sunset gun
and blasts overhead
a riot of corals
ambers oranges and red
with a grand brilliant flash
the heavens are afire
in rich vivid hues
burning hot with desire
this dusk color festival
has fully begun
so hunter retires
his job is well done
but he first locks away
his grand sunset gun
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rob kistner © 4/12/11
Gorgeous, like the sunset it portrays. This has the feel of one of those old Greek legends.
Great…! You could really imagine it happening this way.
What a lovely metaphor. A gun that creates beauty. I love it!
three…really?
Writing one-a-day (or trying) this month during NAPOWRIMO Brian, as I assume you are… share each daily at Writer’s Island, sprinkling a few around elsewhere…
I love how you made the sunset come alive with the personification of the hunter…and the method of how you slowly pull us into the story with first the sun, the moon, and then gaia.
-Nicole
Swell poem with great storyline and very nice picture.